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letra de murder simulator - alla xul elu

[intro]
select your character
joe black
weapon of choice?
[?]

[verse 1: joe black]
one quarter, one try, (cha-ching) all or nothin’
this sh-t is hardcore, one life, no pause b-tton
from behind sneak attack, leave no man standin’
[?] save the ammo in my hand cannon’
ninja [?] cyborg, with a samurai sword
one track mind willin’ to die for the high score
a mini boss standin’ in my path, just my luck
so i double [?], hit his ass with the uppercut
seems he was [?]
boxing glove to my neck, took half my life with it
i’m close to dyin’, but i gotta keep climbin’
maybe hit a hollow wall and find a secret item (score)
don’t know where the h-ll to go, think my helmet broke
health is h-lla low, i almost fell below
try not to wipe out, avoid the false floor
wipe my brow and i open up the boss door
a maggot dragon standin’ seven stories tall (what the f-ck?)
the level’s now on fire, dodgin’ pieces as they fall
he was the don mega, now he dead, check the pulse
used his fire b-lls as steps and cut his head the f-ck up
[chorus]
’cause you playin’ the murder simulator (let’s go)
insert a quarter! (okay) select a player (let’s go)
power up! murder simulator!
insert a quarter! (okay) select a player (let’s go)

[interlude]
select your character
billy obey
weapon of choice?
hand cannon

[verse 2: billy obey]
the level starts off in some kind of state of emergency
fillin’ coffins, i’m offin’ the first person i see
’cause the second that i get ’em in my sights
i’m takin’ their weapons, their items, and their extra lives
it seems i never miss, aim directly for the head
which means you gettin’ left for dead, i said
all non-believers better run, billy’s got a duck hunt gun
and a f-ckin’ grudge that weighs a ton
i get all kinds of death threats, make you rage quit, homie
you so upset, like, “man, this sh-t just glitched on me”
broke your headset ’cause you were p-ssed, homie
(god d-mn it) never switch, homie
i know it hurts you so, you’re the inspiration for birth control
you come up short, odd job, i rep the odd squad
and hard scopin’s for p-ssies, i shoot from the hip
metal slug hits, blows your brain into eight bits
i won six games of warzone, your girl gave me f-ll-tio
check the win loss and k/d ratio
press b to make a left, press a to make a right
either way, in this game, you finna die tonight
[chorus]
’cause you playin’ the murder simulator (let’s go)
insert a quarter! (okay) select a player (let’s go)
power up! murder simulator!
insert a quarter! (okay) select a player (let’s go)

[interlude]
select your character
lee carver ([?])
weapon of choice?
the dragon’s fury

[verse 3: lee carver]
taekwondo combo, leave you players [?]
you b-tches try to [?] me and i’ll take you back to the genesis
lookin’ rusty, hit you with the toasty, it’s a nice trick
uppercut, plummet, land impaled in a spike pit
it’s no sweat, i got the blood code and the fists of fury
carver king of [?] on a spiritual journey
to avenge my father’s death, punch b-tches, wear a headband
hundred hand slap, ribs crack, you’re a dead man
my fists [?] m. bison come by with [?]
challenge is too [?] to even take your title shot
i’m the last guy, final boss, never [?]
screamin’ falcon punch, smash, leave you p-ssin’ out your pancreas
you played the violent game, and now it’s time to die
everything is f-ckin’ slow motion, bullet time
everything is lookin’ grim
i hear a voice from out the sky, it’s sayin’, “carver, finish him!”
[?] chargin’ up, it’s mortal kombat, no runner-ups
[?] bones, flesh, and gristle
no continues left, my fists connect
like a missile, just [?] f-ckin’ pixels
game over

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